Lila’s POV
Jason got dragged out by the cops, screaming his head off about how I was going to regret this, but I honestly just felt numb watching it happen. His voice echoed through the high ceilings of the art gallery, sounding small and pathetic as the heavy glass doors finally shut behind him. I watched the flashing blue lights of the police car paint the windows outside, but my mind was completely blank. There were no tears, no anger, and no sadness left inside me. It was just gone. Whatever small piece of my past that had been tied to him was completely erased the second those metal handcuffs clicked around his wrists.
The rich guests went right back to drinking their expensive champagne and chatting about splattered paint like nothing had happened, which was honestly so bizarre to
